As one of the five Marquises of the Supreme Council of Neville, Marquis Snape can be regarded as one of the few people with the top identities in the Federation of Neville and even the entire human world. Although the Marquis of attendance does not have the qualifications to be the rotating speaker, he has the power to submit topics as a member of the parliament. More importantly, he has the right to impeach the Speaker and the veto on the topic. As he himself said, in his capacity, as long as he himself wants, such an important meeting will definitely have his qualifications to attend, even if he is not responsible for most of the logistics work.

"This is a good opportunity." The old Marquis was obviously very serious, but the old marquis was still very happy: "After the masters enter the forest, you will stay here for a few more days. I will hire you to be responsible for the transportation of the logistics troops together. This is also a major event that determines the direction of the war. It is not too much to hire you masters to assist."

"Uh..." Catherine wanted to speak but stopped, and finally smiled bitterly without saying a word, but Freya squinted her eyes and smiled like a little fox, and whispered: "Marquis, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. This time we enter the forest, we will go with you, including your little Catherine, so you can only find someone else in the transportation work of the logistics force."

Catherine turned around and glared at Freya's smiling face, but Freya was unmoved. She leaned on the back of the chair and looked back calmly. Her joking gaze was hidden. After a moment, Catherine sighed, withdrew her angry gaze, nodded with a wry smile and said, "Yes, Grandpa Snape, we will participate in this deep into the forest of death."

The old marquis still had a smile on his face, but his body was obviously stiff for a moment before taking a deep breath, turning his head to the old housekeeper who had followed him for decades and asked, "I asked Linda to get the wine, why haven't I come back yet?"

"I'm back, master, I see her running here." Before the old housekeeper could finish his words, a chubby woman in a maid dress trotted into the living room, carefully holding a dark blue bottle in her hand, which was cork-shaped, without any packaging or labels.

The old Marquis took the opened wine bottle. He poured a glass for Catherine and himself, and then signaled the old housekeeper to fill the drinks they wanted for the others. Then he reached out and touched the glass with Catherine gently, held it in front of him and smelled it. Catherine looked at the old Marquis's seemingly unconventional face and forced a smile. He repeated the same movement, and was shaking and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, pondered for a moment and said, "McKinway wine, twenty in the cellar...Huh?"

"You guessed it." The old Marquis sighed and said with a smile: "This is what you bought the year you were born. The wine production of McKinway was not high that year. In addition to my own quota, I sold an interest equivalent to one-third of the year's income, and then exchanged a part of their quota from several other families. I bought a total of 100 bottles. In previous years, I only opened one bottle every year. This time I thought that you would come here too, so I brought a bottle here and it really took it."

Catherine's eyes drooped, and the wine in the glass rippled with the shaking of her palms. Under her calm appearance, her heart turned up and down like the liquid swaying in the wine glass without any peace. Although the old man's voice was very light, the emotions hidden in his thoughts were full of heavy weight. The knight girl could even imagine that on her birthday every year, the old Marquis locked herself in the study and poured two glasses of wine, and drank silently in the empty seat opposite. The person who should have sat opposite him to accompany the old man was in a habitual danger for various reasons.

The girl took a sip of the wine in the cup during silence. The originally mellow and delicious wine was drunk this time but it was filled with bitterness. Catherine sighed helplessly again and whispered: "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

In a few minutes, the old Marquis seemed to have been several years old, touching Catherine again, intentionally cooperating with her lowered head. He said bitterly: "You family, alas. After your grandfather passed away, it made me suffer for several years. I wanted to worship him, but even his body could not be found. Fortunately, my father was still there. I transferred all my guilt for your grandfather's death to your father, and even wanted to make your father the heir before I died. Who knew that your father had passed away early. I have been very scared over the years, very scared, just afraid that you would leave me one day. Your deeds have begun to chant.

The poets sang, and I specially hired a few bards to sing your stories. However, every time I listen, these deeds that should make me feel proud of you will make me even more afraid, because I know that every legend is accompanied by danger of death at any time. Even so, even if you are often in danger, even if you refuse my care and care because of the honor of your family, I still hope that such days can continue. As long as you can hear the news of your peace every day, it is enough for me. What a pity, what a pity, are you going to take this path?”

"Don't worry, grandpa." Catherine bit her lower lip hard and said with her head down: "Although the Forest of Death is dangerous, we are not blindly rushing in to die. Only with certain certainty will we make this decision. So don't worry, we will definitely come back safely, and we will attend your dance when you come to Santo for vacation."

"Ha, I'm not confused yet." Snape shook his head and said, "The danger there is, the two little guys have told me today. Even if the demigods enter, the chance of survival is very low, let alone you are only a few legendary levels. Moreover, if it weren't for the psychological preparation for death, this lady wouldn't have violated your wishes just now. Tell me the truth. It's because of the same reason that you would tell me the truth."

"I'm really sorry, grandpa." Catherine whispered: "Actually, we will be mentally prepared for death in any adventure. This is the fate of adventurers and no one can change it. Although the chance this time is higher, we will do our best to fight the danger and will never die."

"Is this really the case?" The old marquis' smile was filled with regret. He was stunned for a long time before he held Catherine's hand tightly and said, "Child, I won't advise you anything, but you must come back alive."
Chapter completed!